Indeed, the Roman laws allowed no person to be carried to the wars but he that was in the soldiers roll.
To be rhymed to death as is said to be done in Ireland.
Solitude, the sly enemy that doth separate a man from well-doing.
It is against womanhood to be forward in their own wishes.
As the fertilest ground, must be manured, so must the highest flying wit have a Daedalus to guide him.
Music, I say, the most divine striker of the senses.